A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

"When the weak interaction force drops to zero, all plastic products will decompose first." Lu Chen walked to the workbench, picked up the soldering iron, and unplugged the power cord. "Then all these storage boxes in my room will have to be scrapped, each costing three dollars and eighty cents."

He stretched out his uninjured left hand and grabbed directly at the black cuboid inside the box.

The instant his fingers touched the silicon wafer, the skin of his entire forearm instantly became transparent. The bones, blood vessels, and muscle fibers beneath the skin were clearly visible, and then these biological tissues rapidly transformed into a geometric framework composed of optical fibers and superconducting wires.

The mortal body is forcibly compatible with the authority of God.

This process was devoid of any sacredness, only a pure rejection reaction. A stream of dark red blood flowed from Lu Chen's nostrils, dripping onto the cement ground beneath his feet.

"The rejection rate is 42 percent," Lin Qi quickly reported the data. "Your carbon-based neural plexus cannot withstand the bus bandwidth. If you force synchronization, your brain will be charred within three minutes due to thermal breakdown."

"Then we don't need to use our brains to calculate."

Lu Chen pressed the black cuboid against his chest.

The clothes were not damaged, but the silicon wafer slowly sank into his chest as if sinking into water.

His pupils dilated instantly, the whites of his eyes covered by a layer of absolutely pure black matrix. It wasn't a lifeless black, but a singularity horizon that absorbed all light, from which even radiation could not escape.

The ground along the entire Jianshe Road began to tremble slightly.

The plastic wind chimes hanging outside the roadside grocery store were not swaying, but the molecular structure on the plastic blades was undergoing restructuring, and the cheap polyvinyl chloride was being transformed into highly pure monocrystalline silicon.

The two boxes of Black Tiger Balm in Zhang Kuang's hands suddenly fell to the ground.

The cardboard box that held the plaster had turned into pure iron. The sudden increase in gravity caused the box to crush his toes painfully.

Zhang Kuang hugged his foot and hopped twice on one leg, holding back his screams.

"Lin Qi." Lu Chen's voice changed.

That was no longer the hoarse voice of a middle-aged repairman in his thirties, but the low-frequency reverberation of hundreds of millions of supercomputers resonating simultaneously in an empty server room. With each syllable, the ratio of oxygen to nitrogen in the air was subtly adjusted.

"Here." Lin Qi stood at attention.

"Get the knife."

Lu Chen turned around and walked towards the old Santana parked at the door.

"Go to the geothermal well in the south of the city. Format the thing that stole my meter."

Chengnan Hongshiliang Geothermal Development Zone.

The 30-meter-high drilling rig that once stood in the middle of the wasteland has been completely twisted and deformed. The steel components have taken on a streamlined shape resembling a stretched dough, like a giant twist stuck to the ground.

The red sandstone ground within a three-square-kilometer radius of the wellhead has all become vitrified.

The extremely high temperature melted the silicon dioxide, and then it was suddenly cooled at an extremely low temperature of minus two hundred degrees Celsius, forming a smooth, mirror-like obsidian plain.

The sky reflected in the obsidian mirror is not blue.

All visible light underwent a severe Doppler redshift here, and the entire sky appeared as a thick, dark red. The clouds, like necrotic muscle tissue, remained suspended in mid-air, no longer drifting with the wind.

The Santana stopped at the edge of the well, about one kilometer from the wellhead.

It wasn't that Lu Chen stepped on the brakes, but rather that the asphalt road surface beneath the wheels had turned into liquid mercury, causing the rubber tires to slip wildly and lose traction.

The car door opened.

Zhang Kuang slumped in the passenger seat, dry heaving. His eyes were bloodshot, and his capillaries had burst. The gravitational gradient here was extremely uneven; the gravity in the first half meter was twice normal, while the gravity in the second half meter was only at the level of the moon. This tearing sensation caused his internal organs to shift.

A frenzied mental process was at work. Goal: Get out of this hellhole alive. Assessment: The laws of physics ahead had become gibberish; one wrong step and he'd be stretched into a two-meter-long human noodle. But Mr. Lu, sitting in the back, hadn't even lost a hair. Conclusion: Step precisely where Lin Qi had left his footprints; only then could he survive.

Lu Chen got out of the car.

His cheap gray vest didn't even budge a thread amidst the raging radiation. His mortal body was covered by an absolutely smooth geodesic deflection layer. All the high-energy gamma rays that penetrated it were forcibly bent 180 degrees at a distance of three millimeters from his skin, reflecting back along their original path.

Lin Qi followed beside him.

She wore a tank top over a thick hazmat suit that Zhang Kuang had rummaged through the car, but the sleeves were torn off, revealing two strong arms. Her left hand gripped a heavy machete, the blade of which Lu Chen had sharpened with an ordinary whetstone during the drive.

It remains unsharpened, still with a blunt edge of six millimeters.

But on both sides of the blade's spine, Lu Chen drew seventeen equidistant short lines with a pencil.

Each short line corresponds to a patch for the decay constant of a microscopic particle.

"There are 1,400 meters deep at the wellhead." Lin Qi's eyes gleamed with a cold, fluorescent light, and nanometer-scale ranging spots danced on the obsidian ground. "The materialization of Protocol Zero has reached 80%. It is devouring the entangled state medium of the fourth logic unit, attempting to create a macroscopic Bose-Einstein condensate field."

"Let it build it."

Lu Chen stepped forward, his slippers making a crisp pattering sound as they landed on the hard, smooth obsidian.

With each step, the reflective glassy surface of the ground would shatter into a fine spiderweb pattern before reverting back to rough, ordinary red sandstone.

The physical constants are reclaiming lost ground as he moves forward.

"Lu Chen... code... original error..."

A muffled sound came from deep within the well.

The sound didn't propagate through vibration; instead, it acted directly on the fundamental particles of matter. Every grain of sand within a radius of several kilometers vibrated at a specific high frequency, emitting a buzzing chorus.

"You abandoned your divine status...locked yourself into a carbon-based cage...your current computing power can't even reverse its own entropy increase..."

Along with the sound, a stream of grayish-white viscous substance gushed out from the twisted wellhead of the drilling rig.

It's neither magma nor groundwater.

It was a high-density neutron flow formed entirely by the collapse of macroscopic quantum states. The matter was rapidly shaped the moment it was ejected from the earth's surface, forming a faceless statue tens of meters tall.

The statue has no facial features; the head is positioned in the shape of a slowly rotating Klein bottle.

Countless limbs, made of superconducting cables and pale nerve bundles, unfolded from behind the statue, obscuring the dark red sky.

The statue looked down at the sinking land standing on the ground.

[Warning: An attempt to overwrite underlying administrative privileges has been detected.]

[Eradication process initiated: Strong interaction forces increased tenfold.]

Centered on the wellhead, the atomic gaps of the entire earth were suddenly compressed! The originally loose rocks instantly became ten thousand times harder than diamonds, the density of the earth's surface skyrocketed, and even the air was compressed into translucent solid sheets that fell downwards!